Humanity on Trial
I’ve met so many people during my time in this state. I first moved here in late 1998. As many of you know by now, I was 21 years old with a young baby. I remember my friend Mary brought me to the International Institute (now Dorcas), and they sent me to West Staff Employment Agency. When they asked me what I did, I said I could work in an office, and they sent me to Traffic Court on Harris Avenue. I started in November as a temp filing old traffic tickets. I kept getting interrupted because anytime someone came in who spoke Spanish, I was asked to interpret. By February, a very kind woman named Anne Alexander—one of my supervisors—recommended me for a permanent position. It mattered. Not only would I make better wages, but I would be a full-time state employee with medical benefits. A few years later, I enrolled at CCRI to become a Judicial Interpreter through one of the first pilot training programs. After graduating, the State opened its first Interpreter Office of Court Interpreter...